A Little Bit of Heaven

Quinn Fabray | 22 | NYADA Student

[wingedfabray]

F2F || Anderbray

Eleanora: [retracts her claws and swings the door open.] "Quickly, come in Ms. Fabray. Don't get drowned out." [She smiles politely. This is a rare sight; the only Fabray Eleanora is accustomed to is the grandmother, Harper. Quinn, the granddaughter, resembles Harper somewhat. Blaine, on the other hand, does not resemble Regina. For this, Eleanora is glad.] "I... I don't know if the Young Master was expecting visitors tonight. Certainly, the Masters of House and Lady of Manor would have notified me. I am afraid to say I haven't prepared for your arrival, Ms. Fabray. Would you like to be in the foyer? Or..." [Eleanora hides a private smile. It seems this is an unauthorized visit. The Young Master wouldn't be expecting this. Good.] "Or, you could take the first staircase and take the last door down the left-wing corridor. Young Master's door is unlocked. This will be quite a short visit that doesn't have to be on the record, yes?" [Eleanora points with her index finger on where to go.]

Quinn: happily moves through the front door, offering a thankful smile. The shoulders of her coat are soaked through, and the entryway is blessed warm. "Thank you. I know this is unexpected, I'm..." She glanced towards the stair case, and gives a small nod. "Right, yes. It's off the record. I'll just...thank you." She shuffles, and moves towards the staircase, offering one last smile before she disappears. It's the least composed she's felt since the last time they faced a rotting evil. Her heart hammers similarly against her chest as she finds herself standing in front of Blaine's door. He's not an evil, he's just a friend, but it doesn't make her any less nervous. She knows it's unlocked, he's right there, but she still gives him the courtesy of a knock.

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F2F || Anderbray

Blaine: Isn't it? Haha, it'll be soon be midnight.

Blaine: Ah, sure?

[He holds on in wait, and nothing happens. His fingers itch, and maybe he should send her a text to ask what she means, but the familiar feeling of being put on hold returns. He puts his phone down to return to his politics textbook.]

**

[Eleanora wonders who's knocking at this time of night. The Master of the House is away in business, along with the Lady of the Manor, and they would never return in such a manner. No, a quick warp from a private portal would be it. Still, she has the Young Master to keep safe, as per the father's orders. It's a different world, after all. The coals are lit again for another Burning Time to come. She makes way to the door and peers through the viewfinder. However, she can't see through the fog and rain. She's unable to identify the late-night stranger. Eleanora swallows in fear. If it's a witch who knows the curse... Eleanora would be immobilized. Young Master Anderson would be a sitting duck. One hand behind her back unfurls her sharp claws. The other hand slowly opens the door a crack.] "Hello, it's very late. May I ask who this is?" [Eleanora asks.]

Quinn: knows it's late. She knows it's not appropriate to be knocking on the door of the Anderson home, and if her father knew, she'd...she shakes the thought away. Her father wouldn't know. He was blurry eyes and slurred speech and the persistent, nauseating smell of old Scotch. The door opens a crack, and she makes sure she's stepped into the porch light. Her blonde curls are damp from the rain, and her smile is weak at best. "Hello, it's...Ms. Quinn Fabray. I'm sorry to call so late, but I was wondering if I could speak with Blaine?"

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F2F || Anderbray

[Ah, another text from Rachel? He's about to tell her not to do the Midnight Madness tournament when he sees the name of the contact is different. He blinks twice to check his eyes, but it's her. It's Quinn Fabray. Their last conversation was her asking that they talk, and then the connection dying. Why now?]

Blaine: Hello, Quinn. I'm not at campus. Um, the Towers are still in the process of rebuilding. I'm at my father's. It's quite late, isn't it? Are you on campus, or at home?

Quinn: Is it too late?

Quinn: Hold on.

Quinn: read the text twice before bolting out of her dorm room. She was pulling on her rain coat before she could think twice. This conversation was long overdue, and she didn't want to have it over text message. She didn't want to give herself time to decide against it, either. She took a /cab/ to his neighborhood, hands shaking as they pulled at the sleeves of her coat. Poised, perfect she was not. Blaine was a lost connection that still meant the world to her. And he liked grand gestures, right? Birthday music, radio dedications, showing up when she'd text late at night in tears. It didn't feel like /too much/ when she knocked on the door of their Upper East Side Manhattan home, praying there was still something there to save.]

[wingedfabray]

Text || Faberry

Rachel: How do you mean?

Rachel: ... My grandmother did.

Rachel: They told me we were going out to dinner. The next thing I knew we were at the Wilde estate. They just wanted me to befriend her to help the deal.

Quinn: I'm sorry.

Quinn: You probably don't understand what I mean by that, but I'm sorry.

[...]

Quinn: Try to remember anything you say in public reflects on your family, and may result in consequences. I don't know if the Corcorans are anything like [my father–DELETED] the Fabrays, but oftentimes the things anything that reflects negatively on the family ultimately comes back to /you/.

Quinn: Pick your battles. When you do choose one, pick your words carefully.

[...]

Quinn: I honestly never thought I'd have to say any of this to you.

Quinn: I thought maybe you'd pick the Berries. You were better off before, you know.

Quinn: You were free.

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Text || Faberry

Quinn: You've certainly adopted your new lifestyle.

Quinn: Tell me, were you involved with aligning yourself with the Wildes, or did your family tell you to do that?

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Text || Anderbray

Quinn: Hello, Blaine

[...]

Quinn: Are you on campus, or at home?

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wildevvitch‌:

[Kitty didn’t believe her eyes when she saw Sister Quinn’s reply. From the grave of silence, She arose. Josh, sitting next to her in his foyer gloated with that same ugly smile Kitty freaking hated. 

“I told you she doesn’t care about you, Wildecat,” he practically purred with smugness. Kitty angled herself away from him and made herself smaller. Something inside her felt like it broke.]

My, my. Sister Fabray. I didn’t expect you. I didn’t expect you to reply at all. Here I thought the only windbag bloodline is the one who pretends not to be one after cashing in all the checks. I’m not afraid of anything. I’m the one who doesn’t run away and disappear, sis.

Contrary to common belief, my entire life isn’t always displayed on social media. Unlike some, I’ve learned I can do things without asserting myself to anyone who will listen. It’s hardly disappearing.

You’d think after all these years calling me sister, you’d come to expect me. This is hardly the first time I’ve disagreed with you, Kitty: LGBT+ representation within Witch communities, collaring shapeshifters, among other things. You usually cave, or stop responding. Feeling a little braver with your new alliance to the Corcorans?

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infinnite·:

Rachels hair is naturaly brown Q there’s no roots

unlESS??

Oh. Oh.

[Private]

I know you’re smitten, but Finn, please change your icon. I’m embarrassing myself.

[alyricalberry]

Are you friends with Kitty?

The Corcorans and the Wildes have recently gone into business together, and as such Kitty and I have naturally spent more time together. I think that would qualify us more as close acquaintances than friends, though.

[wildevvitch]

alyricalberry‌:

Kitty, you can’t just talk to people like that. You don’t think it’s fair for people to be critical of Bloodline families what with everything going in the world?

Yes, I can. This not-a-person insulted us. What’s wrong about standing up to someone who just judges you all the time and doesn’t do anything to try to actually see you for who you are? 

It’s not fair when I’m not the one who screwed up this world, obvi. It’s those doppels in the Malleus. But I can’t be critical of the doppels what with everything going on in the world? This is reverse bloodline racism.

[infinnite]

Hey. I don’t give a shit if your my gf’s bf

I wont let you say that about my bro whose way more of a person than you.

[wingedfabray]

Rachel and Kitty are ‘bfs?’

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are you pro commons?

In what way, anon?

Since coming to this school, I’ve learned a lot. As one would hope, considering it is a college institution that lauds itself as one of the best this world has to offer. Most of what I’ve learned hasn’t even been in a classroom setting: it’s been through my peers, and my experiences. I learned quickly that much of what we do, our pop culture, the way we talk, it’s all rooted in Commons culture, just as much as our own.

If you want me to subscribe to an us versus them mentality, I can’t. But do I believe in the sanctity of magic? Absolutely, and I fear the literal witch hunt that could occur, should we reveal ourselves.

[wildevvitch]

A PSA for those of you trying to be a part of that so-called Midnight Madness, don’t even b o t h e r. We already know the strongest witch around here is none other than the heir of the Wildes. Not one of you nasties who have less than one braincell put together.

Whoever this cringey Midnight Monarch is, trying to make a gross counterculture to the greatness of this school, is going to be smited by the strong backhand of the Lord.

[wingedfabray]

You know, there are much more effective ways to undermine a secret yet time-honored tradition like Midnight Madness without blustering about it on the dash. One could almost think you’re trying to justify why you wouldn’t participate, over actually disliking the event. Afraid you wouldn’t actually be top witch, if put to the test?

[mutedrory-blog]

Well I’m finally moved in. That was way more exciting of a move in than I expected.  Intro time. I’m Rory Flanagan of the Flanagan Clan. I’m excited to be here and hope to meet all of you soon.

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You’ve possibly chosen the worst time to move in, Rory. Campus isn’t quite what it was even just three years ago. Hopefully your dorm is still standing...

I’m Quinn Fabray, it’s a pleasure meet you. I’ve heard of the Flanagans. It’s a New Age clan, correct?

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[PM] Hey its Finn pm me privately k? do you think it's more impotant for bls to focus on their fams and not their bfs just askin for a friend and that friend is me fuck me q dyou know if rachel is seeing someone and also im drunk hey

[PM] Finn, are you home? Please just tell me you’re somewhere safe.[PM] It’s entirely up to the Bloodline, but in reference to Rachel, her family has all but skyrocketed from fading into the background all the way to the top. [She’ll have– DELETED] Her family will want her to represent them appropriately. They’ll want her to prioritize them over just about everything else.

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pierceonearth replied to your post:

yeah. he bought us lactose free milk and milk free lactose.

This sounds like something I neither asked for, nor want, but...thanks? I’ll write an IOU for the part of that statement that actually makes sense.

[wingedfabray]

also you have to pay back aquaman for the groceries.

Aquaman? ...Groceries?

[wingedfabray]

hey quin since your dad lost his position as a director does this mean you're not living in the witch version white house anymore? uwu

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[nyadaismagic]

chatzy recap | the pied piper of saltus [part 1/3]

EVENT: The Saltus Forest Clean-Up, Saltus Forest, NYADA Campus, New York.

CHARACTERS: Blaine Anderson, Tina Cohen-Chang, Sam Evans, Quinn Fabray (!), Joe Hart, Finn Hudson, Kurt Hummel, David Karofsky, Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce, Marley Rose, Matt Rutherford, Brody Weston, Kitty Wilde, and cameos from Christien Gragas, Kevin Rivers, Joshua Coleman, the Boulder, and others…

NOTES: The students find themselves in strange company in the near-deserted Saltus Forest.

CONTENT WARNING: Death, murder, sexual harassment, violence, body horror, gore, injury, racism, slurs, past trauma, panic attacks, mentions of pregnancy, elitism.

PART: 1 | 2 | 3

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